reaching for a book of matches
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
“I was not worried about it, darling.” The butcher hums, though the apology is waved off, he’s glued to the handsome look on his lover’s face as they traverse the flagstones of the Temple – watching the Maverick’s dark gaze as he walks backwards, keeping his hand in his in spite of the cold and the very late night. He’d been preparing, as it turns out, and for what the Butcher doesn’t know.
But he is excited to find out.
Danta’s pale colors reflect his own – though for what he doesn’t know. He’d simply been told to wear them and so he had. Nothing too fine, but it clings to him in all aspects that are at odds with the dark tines of his horns and the dark calculating gaze, so pale in comparison to the tanned skin and dark beard and the long head of hair slicked back. It casts brilliant shadows across his clothes as they pass the sconces and torches, reaching the rage room.
A few things start to make sense, despite how the butcher’s lips remain in an amused smile, and with his hand squeezing Danta’s gently, he exhales a soft sound and closes his eyes – indulging his lover for this surprise of a date. “Then it shall be a surprise.” He confirms, still keeping his eyes closed, relying on Danta to guide him in.
But he is excited to find out.
Danta’s pale colors reflect his own – though for what he doesn’t know. He’d simply been told to wear them and so he had. Nothing too fine, but it clings to him in all aspects that are at odds with the dark tines of his horns and the dark calculating gaze, so pale in comparison to the tanned skin and dark beard and the long head of hair slicked back. It casts brilliant shadows across his clothes as they pass the sconces and torches, reaching the rage room.
A few things start to make sense, despite how the butcher’s lips remain in an amused smile, and with his hand squeezing Danta’s gently, he exhales a soft sound and closes his eyes – indulging his lover for this surprise of a date. “Then it shall be a surprise.” He confirms, still keeping his eyes closed, relying on Danta to guide him in.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
